This house is not my home
Nor the fields I roam
I would dream happily
Of blissful Honolee

If I hadn't given up
Childhood's sweetened cup
The animal's beginning
Traded pounds and shilling

This is rugged life
Human in our strifes
Reject the plated divinity
Reach for skin's brevity

An overture in ink
Composed on silver sinks
Marvel at the child
Who leaves their parent's guild

Lest we all be built
Of aging blood and bills